| Sacrifice my vanity, kick off my heels
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| A careless weight on your hetred,
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| Understand it’s so simple, a simple please
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| To keep the faithful on a wounded knee,
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| To the madness I do confess
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| I never see myself as blessed
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| Confused, unaddressed,
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| Like a saviour I do caress,
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| The truth is boredom more or less
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| Unused, obsessed, my time is only given to you,
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| Too much to choose, it’s not mine to contemplate
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| If I can lose, with this blood on my shoes
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| Comprmise in full extreme, cut off my heels,
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| Name a price on what’s sacred
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| Guaranteed I’ve got something,
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| A royal disease, take a flood to clean these streets
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| To the madness I do confess, forever see myself as blessed
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| Immune, obsessed, like a saviour I do caress
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| The truth is boredom, it’s excess
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| Take more, give less, My time is only given up to you
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| Too much to choose, it’s not mine to contemplate if I can lose
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| With this blood on my shoes. |